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he hears the whispers of the wind as it blows through her long blonde hair and her mid-thigh dark blue dress. The tall muscular tattooed man glances over at the woman, their eyes meet. She turns her head slightly with a smile towards the handsome man. He approaches her from across the way, “hello” he says. She smiles, looking into his green eyes and leans into him whispering, “come with me”. His thoughts start to flow through his body, his muscles tightening, nodding in slight excitement, interest, and curiosity, looking into her sky-blue eyes, he follows eagerly.
She leads him down a dark street nothing but the sounds of the wind, sheets of newspaper whistling, car horns going off in the distance, she takes his hand leading him into an open doorway. He tightens his grip on her hand and pulls her to him, kissing her deeply. They twist and turn, bodies almost intertwining in lust, romance, hunger builds inside him for her.
She opens her eyes slightly looking down the dark alley seeing her cue, she signals the black van in the alley without hesitation, the van speeds up to them. She pushes him off her aggressively, smiling at him, “welcome to hell”. Confused, anger, frustration, and before he could make a sound a group of men grabs him from behind engulfing him into the darkness, the van door slams shut on him as the tires screech away down the alley and onto to the main road. The woman, still standing there in the same spot from where he was captured, lights up a cigarette and snickers as her heels start to click and clatter down the alley, disappearing into the darkness.
Confused the man starts to struggle with the men in the back of the van, not being able to see anything, he feels a swift and hard punch to the gut. Then, another man punching him in the face, knocking the tall muscular tattooed man out cold. A short ride later the van arrives at its destination and the men carry the unconscious man inside, strapping him to a chair. “That should hold him for now”, one of the men mutters. They leave the room with nothing, but the tall muscular tattooed man strapped to a chair and barebone walls.
As the men lock up the door they hear the click and clatter of her heels coming towards them, “all done boys?” “Yes ma’am, as ordered” “good, now leave me with him” she demands. She takes the keys from them and starts to unlock the door. One of the men grabs her arm, “Amelia, don’t!” “Let go of me Daniel”, Amelia’s eyes start to glisten red and orange, as if they were on fire. Daniel releases her, “I’m not letting you go in there alone!” “You’ll do what you’re told or should I remind you what happened to your best friend, Argo?!” Daniel lowers his head and walks away with the rest of his men.
Amelia snickers as she opens the doors to the room. As she walks into the room and sees an empty chair with broken straps dangling from the sides. She quickly turns, locking the doors behind her. She turns around to see the tall muscular tattooed man standing in front of her. He quickly grabs her by the throat, pinning her up against the doors, “who are you and why did you bring me here?!” the man demands. Amelia keeps calm as she grabs his wrist and tightens her grip around, “we know who you are Damien” Amelia’s eyes start to glisten over to red and orange. Damien let’s go of Amelia’s throat and backs away from her, “I thought I was the only one” “No, you’re not the only one”.
Amelia puts her hand around her throat, her hand lighting up with blue flames, healing her wounds. “What the…How did you do that?!” Damien demanded. Amelia gets to her feet smiling at Damien, “we all have our own gifts, but we also suffer from those gifts”, before Amelia could continue Damien lunges forward kissing Amelia deeply, sliding his hands up her thighs. She pushes him off of her “you must stop, you could kill us both if you don’t” “I can’t help myself, I …I…I can’t stop”
Damien lunges back onto her, angering Amelia as he picks her up, pulling her panties off her. Amelia groans loudly and in anger, her eyes lighting up with fire throws Damien off her through the air hitting the back of the room’s wall. “Look what you’ve done now Damien…You pissed me off” Amelia walks towards Damien angerly as he tries to take a deep breath from the blow he took, she reaches down and grabs him by the throat, picking him up off of his feet into the air. “Are you going to calm the fuck down now or am I going to have to beat it out of you?!” Amelia’s eyes lighten with fire she tightens her grip on Damien’s throat. Damien nods his head as Amelia lets go of him.
“I don’t understand, why is it so difficult to resist you? I mean with normal women, it’s easy but with you I want everything. I want more, I want to feel every inch of you, taste every inch of you.” “You can’t” “why the fuck not?!” “Stop thinking with your dick for two seconds and listen to me. Do you remember anything about your past? Where you came from? Where you were born?” “Sure I do, I was born in Atlanta…” “NO, NO, NO, they have you so brainwashed. Think hard” “All I remember in Atlanta, that’s it. What more do you want?” Amelia takes a deep breath, “that’s enough for today. Get some sleep and we’ll try again tomorrow” “Tomorrow?! What the fuck do you mean, tomorrow??!”
To Be Continued...